But after the visit of Cavalcadour,the cook became quite discontented and uneasy in her mind.She talked in a melancholy manner over the area-railings to the cooks at twenty-three and twenty-five.She stepped over the way,and conferred with the cook there.She made inquiries at the baker's and at other places about the kitchens in the great houses in Brobdingnag Gardens,and how many spits,bangmarry-pans,and stoo-pans they had.She thought she could not do with an occasional help,but must have a kitchen-maid.And she was often discovered by a gentleman of the police force,who was,I believe,her cousin,and occasionally visited her when Mrs.Gashleigh was not in the house or spying it:--she was discovered seated with MRS.RUNDELL in her lap,its leaves bespattered with her tears."My pease be gone,Pelisse,"she said,"zins I zaw that ther Franchman!"And it was all the faithful fellow could do to console her.
"----the dinner!"said Timmins,in a rage at last."Having it cooked in the house is out of the question.The bother of it,and the row your mother makes,are enough to drive one mad.It won't happen again,I can promise you,Rosa.Order it at Fubsby's,at once.You can have everything from Fubsby's--from footmen to saltspoons.Let's go and order it at Fubsby's.""Darling,if you don't mind the expense,and it will be any relief to you,let us do as you wish,"Rosa said;and she put on her bonnet,and they went off to the grand cook and confectioner of the Brobdingnag quarter.